Lyrics:
exercise
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
Know what I mean?
I get up when I want
four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
Peeps call me up [phone
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
about what shoulda, would'a and could'a happened
If music was about inovatin' and penetratin' generations by generatin' musical intergration
It wouldn't
Yeah, you need to make your mind up
Ain't see her by now, you ain't gon' find her
She looks good, but she looks finer
Like (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Yeah,
On a tropic sea sand
If your hand's in my hand
I won't be blue
Way up on a mountain
Way down in a valley
I know I'll be happy
Any place anywhere
I
your hand's in my hand
I won't be blue
Way up on a mountain
Way down in a valley
I know I'll be happy
Any place anywhere
I don't care
In
and then pretty soon, hand in hand,
We walk through the waves, right up to our chins,
We dream happy flounders of flapping their fins,
When you're in
worries
'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama come and take me by the hand
By the hand, take me by
hands
Story of a quarryman
Left my home with the shirt on my back
Built my empire on a dry haystack
To break it down a one by one
And back in Cali
wandering
Was it age?
By consequence?
Or was he moved sleight of hand?
Mondays were made to fall
Lost on a road he knew by heart
It was like
her
'Cause I miss my pretty Fraulein
Fraulein, Fraulein
Look up toward the heavens each night
When the stars seem to shine
By the same stars
to act a fool
The new no limit, we don't play by the rules
I came to party, not to clap tha game
To get tha see out of jail cause it's time to get paid
Up
know `Trix` are for kids
This is what the moral to the story is
(Ca$his)Re-Up!
[Verse 1 - Eminem]
Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care
My enemies
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high,
It's enough to go around, but we want it all
My name ain't Chingy, I can't be there everytime you call
See the whole team laced up when it's time
her
'Cause I miss my pretty Fraulein
Fraulein, Fraulein
Look up toward the heavens each night
When the stars seem to shine
By the same stars
Keeps broken dreams
To fix up and sell
Damaged by love
Damaged by love
So young
And damaged by love
There's rain on the road
And the faithful
exercise
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
Know what I mean?
I get up when I want
I'll take you by the hand and
Show you love is worth
Up above, up above
I do believe, I do believe, I do believe
There's gotta be heaven somewhere
I
load up the monster
Wingy chingy wang chung sitting on my tongue has left me satisfied
But your bees are buzzing and your cat is calling and baby I'm
is anime (wow), filled with guns and some drive-bys (brrr)
Thathi mela, swing it (boom)
Nd'gaxil' umshini (let's go)
Digga D, Chingy (uh)
Hit me up
roll it
I put my hand there, hold it
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
Lighters up, lighters up
me by the hand
If you want to
I think this is how love goes
Check yes or no"
Now we're grown up and she's my wife
Still like two kids with stars
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